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Having been a nurse for thirty years, I have seen some things that I am unable to explain. I always tried to find a logical, scientific answer for anything out of the ordinary, but sometimes that wasn’t possible.One day one of our nurses in the post open-heart surgical ICU where I worked went to draw out some medication from the Pyxis machine.Ghost in the machineA Pyxis machine is an automated medication dispenser. You put in your code, the names of all the patients on your unit appear on the screen, you choose yours, and then it displays their meds and you take them out. Simple.“Who’s taking care of Florence?” The nurse asked all of us.“Who?” We said. “We don´t have a patient named Florence.”“I didn´t think so. Her name is in our machine. Pharmacy (where the master machine was located), must have screwed up and put her here instead of where she really is.”She called the pharmacy and informed them of their error.“What are you talking about?” The pharmacist asked. “We have the master machine and we enter all of the names in the entire hospital. I am looking at your machine, there is no one named Florence in your machine.”“I´m not crazy. I am looking at her name right now. If you don´t believe me, then come up here yourself.” The nurse told him, annoyed.He did. He couldn´t explain it. He called the Pyxis company technician; he came to the hospital and didn´t know what to make of it, either. He said it was impossible to have a name show up in one machine and not appear in the master machine.After a week, her name disappeared on its own. The pharmacy insisted that they hadn´t removed it.A month later, it happened again. As before, her name didn´t show up in the master but it did in ours. It stayed for a while, then disappeared. After a few months of this, we began to see a pattern. Florence would stay in our Pyxis until three people died, then she would disappear. It didn´t even need to be our patients. Any deaths in the hospital would do.But it was always three.It reached a point that someone would go to the Pyxis and gasp. “Ladies, hang on to your patients, Florence is back!”We would look around nervously. Some of us would even have conversations with the ceiling. “Stay away from my patient, Florence. Go find someone else to take.”We used to joke that Florence was a celestial bus driver with a need to fill her big black bus with the dead. Once she had all her passengers on board, she would drive them to their final destination.Florence, bus driver to the starsWe would hear a code blue called in the hospital and wait a reasonable amount of time, then page the nursing supervisor. “Did the code on 5 west make it?” We would ask.“No. How many does Florence have now?” Everyone knew about our ghost.“That makes two. One more and she will leave us alone for a while.”We tried to find out who our ghost was. We had checked our records and we knew that she had never passed through our ICU. We were at a loss as to why she was targeting us. Finally, one of the secretaries got an idea.“Let's look in the Death Book.” She said.The Death Book was a ledger book in which we would hand-write the name of every patient who died in our ICU or in the operating room. It was a huge tome, with hundreds of pages of names.Sure enough, we found Florence in the Death Book. She had died a week before her first appearance in our Pyxis. The reason we couldn´t find any record of her was because she had never made it to our ICU. She was meant to, but she had died during surgery on the OR table. We figured that she was haunting us because she had wanted to come into the ICU and never got the chance.After almost a year, we decided to send our ghost away. So how do you get rid of a ghost? Exorcism? Séance? No. We planned to do what any group of science-based, educated, rational people would do.Throw a ghost a going away party.More specifically, a Go Towards the Light party.On the anniversary of her death, we borrowed a CPR mannequin from the education department, put her in a hospital gown, sat her at the head of the table in our kitchen, and placed a sign around her neck that said “Hi, my name is Florence.”Just chilling before her party.We printed a huge banner, saying “Bon voyage, Florence. Have a safe trip to the afterlife,” and strung it up in the break room.Everyone brought food and we had a pot luck. Within an hour, word had spread all over the hospital that the crazy open-heart ICU nurses were having a party for a ghost. People came from other units just to see if it was true.Like ethereal spirits themselves, young doctors appeared out of thin air. Sniffing the scent of our cooking and salivating over the table groaning with food. Baby docs were always scrounging for a free meal.“Um, we heard you were having a party. Do you have any extra food that we could…you know…”? They said, trying not to look so hungry and desperate.“Of course, there´s plenty here.” We told them as we loaded up their plates with baked ham, fried chicken, and potato salad.They ate hungrily and stared at the mannequin. “What´s that all about?” They asked between bites.“That´s Florence. She´s our ghost. We threw her this going away party so that she will stop haunting us and gathering the souls of the dead to drive off in her bus.” We told them straight-faced.They glanced at each other warily. “Okaaaay. Hey, is that key lime pie?”After our party, not a day went by that we didn´t hold our breaths when we accessed the Pyxis machine, searching for her name.She never reappeared.It seems all she wanted was a wake.RIP Florence.

The whole story is infuriating. Germany offered Israel no help at all and actively protected Mengele for whatever insane reason. Then Israel became distracted by German rocket scientists helping Egypt to build missiles. A Mossad agent found Mengele in Brazil and was told not to seize him.Quoting from “Rise and Kill First: The Secret History of Israel’s Targeted Assassinations.”:Though much about his wartime activities was known, the German government had not requested his extradition, and even supplied him with documents clearing him of a criminal record. The German ambassador in Buenos Aires is quoted in the Mossad file on Mengele as saying he received orders to treat Mengele as an ordinary citizen since there was no arrest warrant for him. When, finally, a warrant was issued in 1959, Mengele caught word. He went into hiding, first in Paraguay and then in Brazil.The Mossad began pursuing Mengele in 1960 based on tips from Simon Wiesenthal, the celebrated Nazi hunter. In 1962, the agency recruited Wilhelm Sassen, a former Nazi and an acquaintance of Mengele’s, who provided information indicating that Mengele had found refuge among a group of Nazis and their sympathizers near São Paulo.Soon after, a Mossad surveillance team saw a man matching Mengele’s description enter a pharmacy owned by a person who was known to be in touch with him. On July 23, 1962, the Mossad operative Zvi Aharoni (who had identified Eichmann two years earlier) was on a dirt road by the farm where Mengele was believed to be hiding when he encountered a group of men — including one who looked exactly like the fugitive.The Mossad’s South American station chief cabled the headquarters in Israel: “Zvi saw on Gerhard’s farm a person who in form, height, age and dress looks like Mengele.” It later turned out that he was indeed Mengele. Speaking to me in 1999, Aharoni told me: “We were in an excellent mood. I was certain that in a little while we would be able to bring Mengele to Israel to be tried.”But the head of the Mossad at the time, Isser Harel, ordered the matter dropped: On the same day, the agency had learned that Egypt was recruiting German scientists to build missiles; disposing of them was Harel’s top priority.If anyone thinks that Mengele was not the devil incarnate, he did hideous, unspeakable “experiments” on children in Auschwitz, treating them like lab animals and torturing them to death. He would and should have been executed in Israel - a grave miscarriage of justice that he was not.

Not an officer, and it was the plaintiff I made look stupid in court.I was getting overcharged at a national pharmacy brand with more charges on my billing statement than I should have. I called the pharmacy and in their own investigation concluded that someone had stolen my card and was using it at the same pharmacy.The individual they accused was an 18 year old kid with a drug and misdemeanor record, an easy target.I never lost my card and never wrote it down. It didn’t take a genius to understand that the pharmacy had somehow transposed my number into his account, and some of these facts came out in my testimony in court. The guy that concluded the young man had stolen the card was trying to cover his own mistake at the expense of a kid that was struggling at the time with his recovery. He had been clean for some time and was trying to do the right thing.It made me very angry. I wish I had known more about the law at that time to go after the pharmacy.